Invite Yue is like a female god of war, she is simply crazy.

The Mudao people are dead, and no one can contain her in the entire Qingzhou territory, chasing and killing a group of fleeing Qing troops without any pressure.

Song Xuan glanced at it casually a few times, and then he no longer paid attention, but stepped out, and the whole person appeared on the riverside.

Stepping out again, he came directly to the area where Huang Taiji was located.

Huang Taiji lay on the ground, not daring to move.

He knew that he was going to die, and all he wanted now was to die a happy death.

"Song Shaoxia!"

Ghost Mountain Villa, Shi He, a disciple of the Mu Dao people, as the commander of Huang Taiji's guards, he did not kneel, but looked at him calmly.

"Before he died, can Song Shaoxia solve his doubts, why is my master, who is a Sanhua congenital, not your opponent?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the river, "In that scene just now, Shaoxia should be condensing the flower of the gods, right?" In other words, when he fought with my master, Shaoxia was not born with Sanhua, right? ”

Song Xuan nodded.

Shi He was puzzled, "In this case, why did it be my master who died?" ”

Song Xuan smiled, "Because your master is destined to die, he can't hide from this catastrophe, so I'm here!" ”

Shi He was a little dazed, what do you mean?

"It's okay if you don't understand, pay attention in the next life, you can meet a better master!"

Shi He sighed and pleaded, "Can you leave us a whole corpse?" ”

"Can't!"

Song Xuan's face turned cold, and with a wave of his robe, Shi He and more than ten masters of the Ghost Mountain Villa felt a huge force attacking, and then with a bang, the flesh exploded directly, and the blood mist sprinkled all over the sky, directly drenching Huang Taiji.

My own little Qingmei almost died here, that's it, and you still want the whole corpse?

If you don't pull you to Xuanyi Wei Prison and torture you to death, it is already his Song Xuan's last mercy!

When the fluttering blood mist approached Song Xuan, it seemed to have encountered a barrier and drifted in other directions.

Song Xuan stood in place, not looking at Huang Taiji, but looking up at the sky, as if sensing something.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze, but he didn't feel anything.

He knew that after killing the Mudao people, he definitely got luck, but the luck thing can't be seen or touched, and he looked up at the sky just now and sensed it, but he couldn't find the slightest trace.

"It's sick!"

He spat at the sky.

He didn't know if there was an autonomous consciousness in this world, and if there was, it must be a very evil guy.

Originally, after killing the Mu Dao people, his luck increased, and he instantly had the feeling that he was going to break through.

That feeling was very subtle, and he clearly felt that the breakthrough time was not long, it was very short, and he only needed to resist one or two waves of attacks to complete the breakthrough.

Therefore, he was very relieved to hand over the task of protecting the Dharma to Ying Yue, he knew very well what the strength of the other party was, and it was not difficult to resist the offensive of the Qing army in one or two waves.

Things were indeed as he perceived, everything went smoothly at first, the ancestral aperture of the eyebrows was opened, and the spiritual power began to condense into flowers and transform into divine consciousness.

But when he was about to withdraw from the ancestral aperture at the end of the breakthrough, an accident happened, and his consciousness was unable to withdraw for a long time.

It wasn't until the last moment, when Ying Yue was desperate, that his eyebrows lit up, his consciousness returned to the sea of knowledge, broke through the water, and heroically saved the beauty at a critical moment.

At that moment, he realized in his heart that the reason why this situation occurred was definitely the intervention of the will of heaven and earth.

The son of luck, the exclusive skill of the protagonist of heaven and earth, cannot appear until the critical moment!

Song Xuan didn't intend to get stuck in seconds, but the will of heaven and earth had to let him get stuck in seconds, it seemed that he didn't pretend to be forced to do it for a second, and the luck he got after killing the Mu Dao people just now didn't show miraculous effects.

In this regard, Song Xuan can only say, damn sick!

Thundered~~

High in the sky, the full moon was hidden, the clouds were thick, and the thunder flashed, and it seemed that rain was about to fall.

Song Xuan blinked, didn't he just complain that you are sick, and immediately made Lao Tzu look good.

You have such a personality, when the Mudao people cut your dragon vein, why didn't you just drop a thunderbolt to kill him?

After complaining in his heart about this world that seemed to have a preliminary trace of autonomy, Song Xuan withdrew his gaze and looked at Huang Taiji.

Huang Taiji knelt on the ground, feeling Song Xuan's gaze, his heart was beating wildly, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Huang Taiji was wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head, and with a wave of Song Xuan's hand, the crown on his head fell to the ground, revealing his clearly visible hair.

You say he shaved his hair, he has a thick hair on the back of his head, and he has a thick braid.

You say he didn't shave his hair, the front half of his head was shaved, and if you look at it from the front, you will think that he, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, also shaved his head.

"Your hairstyle is different from the requirements in your shaving order!"

Song Xuan said coldly: "Everyone else is only allowed to have a money rattail on the back of your head, why don't you set an example for you, the emperor?" ”

Huang Taiji shrank his body, "Go back to Gongzi, because, because it's not good-looking." ”

"So you know it's not good-looking!"

Song Xuan snorted twice, "I thought you were just simple stupid, simple barbarism, but now it seems that this is not the case, you are just simply bad!" ”

For this person, he didn't bother to deal with it anymore, standing in place, quietly feeling his own condition after his cultivation was improved.

After combing his self-cultivation, he exhaled lightly.

Only then did he condense the flower of the gods, and he could already realize the sword, if the three flowers gathered and turned into a martial arts god, then what would it be like for him to step into the realm of the grandmaster?

The celestial-level exercises are really good, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like you're practicing martial arts, but cultivating immortals.

In the second half of the night, there were dark clouds, thunder and thunder, but not a drop of rain.

Song Xuan didn't know if heaven and earth were celebrating, or if he was giving himself a horse.

At dawn, Ying Yue came back with a tired look but extremely excited, and glanced at Huang Taiji with some curiosity.

"This dead fat man hasn't been killed yet, do you want to bring it back to the imperial capital to worship the sky?"

Hearing the word sacrifice to the sky, Huang Taiji's body trembled even more violently, if he was escorted back to the imperial capital of the Great Zhou, what was waiting for him would definitely be Ling Chi's fate.

"I'll keep it for you to kill!" Song Xuan wiped the dust off her face, and his voice was soft.

"Huh?"

Ying Yue didn't react a little, "This fat man has national luck, and it is definitely good to kill him, you leave it to me?" ”

Song Xuan bowed his head and rubbed her hair, "You deserve it!" ”

The corners of Ying Yue's mouth rose, "So, you're giving me a reward?" ”

"Sort of, there's no need to be polite between us, right?"

"There's really no need to be polite!" Invite Yue hugged Song Xuan's waist, "Can you change the reward?" ”

"What do you want?"

"I want you!"

Song Xuan snorted twice, "Little demon girl, you want to spoil me again!" ”